Chuck goes into the doctor's office and has Some tests run. The doctor comes back and says, "Chuck, I'm not going to beat around the bush. You have AIDS."
Chuck is devastated. "Doc, what can I do?"
The Doctor replies, "Eat one sausage, one head of cabbage, 20 unpeeled carrots drenched in hot sauce, ten Jalapeno Peppers, 40 walnuts and 40 peanuts, 1/2 box of Grape Nuts cereal, and top it All off with a gallon of prune juice."
Chuck asks, "Will that cure me, Doc?"
Doc says, "No, but it should leave you with a better understanding of what your asshole is really for."
HIM: I want a zoot suit with a reet pleat And a drape shape, and a stuff cuff To look sharp enough to see my Sunday gal
HER: You want a reef sleeve with a right stripe And a rare square, so the gals will stare When they see you struttin' with your Sunday pal (HIM: That's me)
You wanta look keen so your dream will say "You don't look like the same beau" So keen that she'll scream, "Here comes my walkin' rainbow"
HIM: So make a zoot suit with a reet pleat And a drape shape, and a stuff cuff To look sharp enough to see my Sunday gal
Now, what you want, baby?
HER: I want a brown gown with a zop top And a hip slip, and a laced waist In the sharpest taste to see my Sunday man (HIM: In his zoot suit)
A scat hat and a zag bag And a slick kiss, so the other chicks Will be jealous when I'm with my Sunday fan
I wanta look keen so my dream will say "Ain't I the lucky fellah" So keen that he'll scream, "Baby's in Technicolor"
HIM: So make a reet pleat with a drape shape And a stuff cuff, to look sharp enough To see my Sunday, Sunday gal
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Orale, ese, que pasa?
YIKES! Nada pasa, nada.
Chuck goes into the doctor's office and has Some tests run. The doctor comes back and says, "Chuck, I'm not going to beat around the bush. You have AIDS."
Chuck is devastated. "Doc, what can I do?"
The Doctor replies, "Eat one sausage, one head of cabbage, 20 unpeeled carrots drenched in hot sauce, ten Jalapeno Peppers, 40 walnuts and 40 peanuts, 1/2 box of Grape Nuts cereal, and top it All off with a gallon of prune juice."
Chuck asks, "Will that cure me, Doc?"
Doc says, "No, but it should leave you with a better understanding of what your asshole is really for."
HIM:
I want a zoot suit with a reet pleat
And a drape shape, and a stuff cuff
To look sharp enough to see my Sunday gal
HER:
You want a reef sleeve with a right stripe
And a rare square, so the gals will stare
When they see you struttin' with your Sunday pal
(HIM: That's me)
You wanta look keen so your dream will say
"You don't look like the same beau"
So keen that she'll scream, "Here comes my walkin' rainbow"
HIM:
So make a zoot suit with a reet pleat
And a drape shape, and a stuff cuff
To look sharp enough to see my Sunday gal
Now, what you want, baby?
HER:
I want a brown gown with a zop top
And a hip slip, and a laced waist
In the sharpest taste to see my Sunday man
(HIM: In his zoot suit)
A scat hat and a zag bag
And a slick kiss, so the other chicks
Will be jealous when I'm with my Sunday fan
I wanta look keen so my dream will say
"Ain't I the lucky fellah"
So keen that he'll scream, "Baby's in Technicolor"
HIM:
So make a reet pleat with a drape shape
And a stuff cuff, to look sharp enough
To see my Sunday, Sunday gal
All right, TJ Trots, you got it.
Hello Cornholio, how did you get that wonderful name. Is it derived from corn hole by any chance?
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